“I’d prefer to do it here. Sit down. I’ll be back. I need a drink. Water that is.” Ross Burrows walked into the kitchen adjoining the living room and poured himself a glass of water. He ran his hand through his thick sandy hair which hadn’t been near a barber or hairdresser for months.

Burrows pulled up a dining chair to face the two cops. He seemed uncertain to whom he should look so he chose to look at a spot between the pair. “What do you want to know?”

“Your wife was found in the elevator. Why did you put her there after you killed her?”

Ashleigh appeared stunned. Bulliver realised she couldn’t believe his gall but this was necessary. She glanced at him for a moment to see if he was serious and he wanted to show he was so he stay...

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